Other cultivators vow to defy the Heavens. Lin intends to audit them.
Waking up as a mediocre outer disciple in the Crimson Furnace Sect is bad enough. Learning that fire cultivation runs on pain tolerance, heroic shouting, and pills that burn going down is worse.
In his last life, Lin investigated industrial accidents. Not much has changed—except these accidents breathe qi, carry swords, and insist their scorched meridians are signs of ambition.
While other disciples chase flashy breakthroughs, Lin tracks the warning signs everyone ignores. His notes become drills. His drills become a foundation so stable the elders don't have a category for it.
Then a public assessment ends in fire, and the pattern in Lin's notes starts pointing somewhere ugly: some of these accidents aren't accidents at all.
Eventually, they call him Auditor Lin. And the Heavens are overdue for an audit.
What to expect:
- A protagonist with strong opinions about the acceptable explosions-per-disciple rate.- Transmigrator MC in a fire-cultivation sect with a terrible safety culture.- Safety auditing as a cultivation path: meridians, pills, breath drills, breakthrough risk.- A cautious underdog who wins by finding failure points before they find him.- Dry humor, real danger, arrogant disciples, suspicious elders, sect politics.- Slow-burn progression. No instant OP.
Chapters 5x a week, Mon - Fri
